We offered you a summer job, but you went and became a mercenary?

Lin Ye stood still, his expression unchanged.

He simply watched the group of people quietly, observing the greedy expressions on their faces and listening to their harsh laughter.

A few seconds later, the simple, working-class calculation on his face gradually disappeared.

He hates two types of people the most.

One type is people who prevent him from making money properly.

Another type is people who want to embezzle his salary.

The group of guys in front of me clearly fit both descriptions.

"Boss," Lin Ye's voice was calm, revealing no emotional fluctuation, "are you trying to renege on your debt?"

"Reneging on your debt?" The butcher's laughter grew even more arrogant. He took two steps forward and tapped his palm repeatedly with the barrel of his rifle. "In Arkham, my word is law! If I say you haven't come to work, you're absent without leave!"

"Now, I'm saying, you stole company property, you should be executed on the spot!"

The butcher's smile vanished abruptly, and his single eye flashed with a ferocious light.

"Fire!"

He roared out the order.

"Grind him into mincemeat!"

However, the command still echoed in the night sky, but the response he received was not the deafening gunfire he had expected.

Instead, it was a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air.

Just as the butcher uttered the first word, Lin Ye moved.

He didn't retreat or dodge; instead, he charged forward head-on into the dozens of gun barrels that were about to spit fire, like a cheetah that had been gathering its strength for a long time!

The terrifying explosive power brought by the [Basic Super Serum] was pushed to its limit at this moment.

His speed was so fast that it exceeded the limits of human dynamic vision.

In the eyes of those Blood Fox veterans, a target who was standing in the halo of headlights one second would disappear on the spot the next, leaving only a faint afterimage on their retina.

The butcher's pupils only had time to reflect a blurry black shadow before an irresistible and terrifying force slammed into his chest.

"Snap—!"

The sound of bones cracking rang out clearly.

The butcher's burly body, weighing over 200 pounds, was like a tattered sack that had been hit head-on by a high-speed truck; his feet left the ground, and he flew backward for more than ten meters.

While he was still in mid-air, he spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs, turning the night sky a dark red.

boom!

The butcher's body slammed heavily onto the front of another pickup truck, smashing an exaggerated human-shaped dent into the hard hood. He then slumped limply to the ground, twitched twice, and remained motionless.

All of this happened so fast; from the moment Lin Ye started moving to the moment the butcher flew out, the entire process took less than a second.

Those Bloodfox veterans who were about to pull the trigger had their fingers still frozen on the trigger, their minds completely unable to process what was happening before their eyes.

What are their goals?

Where are their superiors?

In that brief moment of stunned silence, death had already arrived.

Lin Ye's figure darted into the group of mercenaries like a ghost, like a prehistoric beast charging into a sheepfold.

He couldn't even be bothered to use the captured pistols.

Using bullets is a waste of resources to deal with this bunch of scum who don't even want to pay their wages.

One of the mercenaries closest to him just realized what was happening and tried to turn his gun around.

Lin Ye had already reached his side, his right hand forming a knife-like shape, and with lightning speed, he delivered a precise chop to the other's vulnerable neck.

The mercenary's head drooped at an odd angle, and he fell to the ground without uttering a sound.

Another mercenary screamed in terror and raised his rifle butt to smash it down.

Lin Ye didn't even look at him. With a swift whip kick, his ten-yuan flip-flops landed squarely on the other man's temple.

boom!

The head wearing the helmet exploded on the spot, like a watermelon hit by a baseball bat.

Punch to the flesh!

Every move is deadly!

Lin Ye didn't use any fancy techniques; every attack he made was the purest and most efficient killing technique attached to the [Life and Death Battle Origin Technique].

Chop to the neck, elbow strike, knee strike, whip kick...

Each strike precisely targets the most vulnerable and vital parts of the human body.

Screams, the cracking of bones, and the tearing of flesh echoed across the silent desert, composing a bloody symphony of death.

Less than thirty seconds.

The dozens of Blood Fox mercenaries who were just moments ago so arrogant have now fallen, with more than half of them dead.

The remaining people were completely devastated. They watched as the devil strolled leisurely through the crowd, taking a life with every move he made, and their psychological defenses crumbled instantly.

"He's a devil! He's a devil!"

"Run!"

Someone let out a desperate scream.

The remaining dozen or so mercenaries snapped out of their daze, dropped their valuable weapons, and scrambled around, fleeing like a pack of terrified groundhogs into the dark depths of the desert.

Lin Ye did not give chase.

He stopped and patted the bloodstains off his hands, as if he had only chased away a few annoying flies.

He turned around, took a few steps, and walked slowly to the dented pickup truck.

The butcher wasn't quite dead yet; he was lying on the ground, foamy blood gushing from his mouth, his chest caved in in a bizarre shape, clearly indicating he was going to die.

Lin Ye walked up to him, slowly raised his foot, and stepped on the butcher's face, which was covered in sand and blood, gently grinding it.

"Now, can we properly discuss my night shift allowance and salary?"

Lin Ye's voice remained calm.

He crouched down, placed the red, white, and blue snakeskin bag on his shoulder on the ground, unzipped it, and pulled out a dark metal pipe covered with ventilation holes from under the pile of US dollars and gold bars.

That was one of the barrels from the six-barreled Vulcan rotary machine gun that he had casually put into his storage space from the warehouse.

Lin Ye held the heavy gun barrel in his hand, weighed it in his palm, and then pressed it against the butcher's intact eye, gently rotating it.

"Now, call your Blood Fox boss."

"Have him prepare the cash and come over to settle the bill for me in person."

The butcher lay on the ground, and what came out of his mouth was no longer a sound, but a wheezing sound like air leaking out.

The ferocity and greed that had been in his one intact eye were gone, replaced only by a pure fear of the incomprehensible.

He stared at the cold gun barrel pressed against his eyeball, his body trembling uncontrollably, blood and foam mixed with sand constantly spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Lin Ye squatted down, his face expressionless, and gently patted the butcher's cheek with the heavy barrel of his gun.

"Telephone."

Lin Ye's voice was very soft, yet it made the butcher tremble.

With his last ounce of strength, he trembled as he pulled a black military satellite phone from his pocket and handed it over.

Lin Ye did not answer.

"Call your boss."

A flicker of hesitation crossed the butcher's eyes, but when he saw Lin Ye slowly raise the gun barrel, his survival instinct overwhelmed everything.

He dialed a number he knew by heart with trembling hands and held the phone to his ear.

The phone was answered after only one ring.

A irritable and impatient voice came from the receiver, and Lin Ye could hear it clearly even from a distance.

"Butcher? You piece of trash! Are you done with the job? Have you taken down the Black Mamba organization?"